Very little light penetrated the space in Jordana's crack; her oppressively powerful cheeks tightly compacted you; the air was rich with the musty smell of sweat and recently passed gas; you heard the foreboding sound of faint rumblings emanating from deeper in the depths of her crack; and you had the lingering taste of salt in your mouth from when you'd landed face-first against a wet patch of sweat at the back of her sweatpants moments ago. You counted your blessings, however small they were, that you were fortunate enough to have a layer of cotton separating you from what might truly be your worst nightmare.
You took a moment to gather your bearings before looking up to see how far you'd fallen. You saw a thin trickle of light coming from what seemed like miles above you. You took a deep breath of musty air, grabbed onto the slightly damp cotton fabric, and began your arduous journey upwards. Fortunately, the fabric of Jordana's sweatpants was easy to hold onto. It wasn't difficult for you to take a rest along the way, because you could simply stand in place whenever you needed a breather. After several minutes of climbing, you noticed that the cotton fabric was no longer damp. You concluded that you'd made decent progress from your starting point deep in her crack.
"At least the air doesn't smell as bad as before," you said thankfully.
Meanwhile, Jordana continued to hum to herself as she rested her chin on her hands. It was difficult for her to tell where you were in her crack, but knowing that you were in there at all was turning her on. She thought about all the times that she'd forced you into wrestling matches while both of you were growing up. She told you and everyone else that she was playing around or messing with you, but she knew deep down that it was just an excuse to pin you down. She could feel blood rush to her cheeks from thinking about it. I want to feel him, she thought to herself. Jordana reached both of her hands behind her back, placed a hand on each cheek, and pressed them together in one swift motion.
Back inside her crack, you'd made surprising progress. There was more light trickling in, which told you that you were close to getting out. Suddenly, the walls of Jordana's cheeks smashed into you. You felt your face mush against the side of Jordana's butt cheek. The pressure intensified when Jordana began grinding her cheeks together.
"There you are, squirt! I was wondering what happened to you."
As Jordana continued to grind her cheeks together, your face was pressed harder into the side of her cheek. There was an undeniable layer of fat that gave her cheeks a natural padding, but you could still feel the strength from all of the muscle beneath it that she'd developed over her years as a wrestler.
Then, the unthinkable happened. Jordana released her hold on her cheeks, and you found yourself descending back to the bottom of her crack. You got another mouthful of saltiness when you once again landed face-first on the sweaty patch at the bottom. You cursed your luck as you looked back up to see all the progress that you'd lost.
Suddenly, you saw a giant hand reach into your booty prison and pinch cotton fabric within. The hand began pulling on the fabric, and the ground beneath you began to rise, which lifted you towards the light and potential freedom.
As you popped out from between her cheeks, you heard Jordana say, "That takes care of my wedgie! Did you have fun back there, squirt?"
"I wouldn't call it fun," you muttered.
"What was that?"
You shrank back a little, but gathered some courage before repeating, "I wouldn't call it fun!"
"Aw! That won't do. Can't have my favorite pipsqueak delve into the best booty in town and not have a good time. When's the last time you were at the water park?"
The question caught you off guard. It was such a strange thing for her to ask you. "Um... it's been a while. Maybe a couple years ago?"
"Perfect!"
You felt a huge shift in Jordana's buttcheeks. You look to your right and saw waves of fat rolling in your direction. The ground beneath you began to rise and fall as Jordana strategically flexed and jiggled her ass to simulate oceanic waves.
"See? Just like the wave pool! Having fun now, squirt?"
As much as you wanted to deny it, you couldn't help but find yourself enjoying the gentle undulation of her cheeks. It was strange because "gentle" wasn't how you'd normally describe Jordana. Historically, she was aggressive and overpowering, but at the moment, resting on her ass felt like sitting in an inner tube on the ocean.
"Kinda."
"What was that? I couldn't hear you, squirt," she teased.
"This is... actually kinda nice."
"Glad to hear it!" Then, almost in a whisper, she said, "You can enjoy this booty anytime," which caused your cheeks to flush with embarrassment. Jordana laid there for a while as she let you enjoy her rolling waves of booty fat. A slightly mischievous smile formed on her face. "What do you say we make this more fun?"
What happens next?